The Rightful Luna

Chapter 18

Hello my lovelies! I truly do apologize for not publishing this chapter the weekend after the previous one as I promised. Being a responsible adult with dreams of becoming a successful writer is quite difficult, lol. Please take me back to the days where all I had to worry about was doing my homework only to come home and watch Arthur on PBS! (Those were the good old days, lol).

It took me a while to figure out what POV I wanted to do this chapter in, primarily because either Marcus' or Rocky's would have fit perfectly. But after heavily contemplating it, I decided to stick to Rocky's POV, simply because it is her father we're talking about here. Makes sense, no?

So, on with the show! ♥

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As Marcus descended down the familiar road I have grown to know, I couldn't help but fidget helplessly in my seat. I kept glancing out the window as I bit down on my lower lip, immediately sensing how close we were to my old home. The familiar houses that surrounded the street blurred past us as Marcus continued to rapidly make his way to my father. Why was he driving so fast? We were in no rush, were we? Why couldn't we take the long way or not even come here at all?

I let out of a soft sigh, feeling my leg jump rapidly in place as I leaned back against the seat. Of course we couldn't wait any longer, even I couldn't bear the thought of keeping this huge secret from my dad for another day or two. He had every right to know and Alex was right, how would he react if his future grandchildren suddenly mutated into large werewolves one day when babysitting? My heart fluttered at the thought.

Peering up at his angelic features, I couldn't help but wonder how our children would look like. Will they be tall and strong like their father? Or small and feeble like their mother? Will they have his obsidian locks and light tan skin? Or will they somehow be born with my hazel green eyes and dark brown hair? I couldn't help but smile, picturing miniature versions of ourselves running around the pack house and Marcus and I desperately chasing after them only to lose them two seconds later. I knew deep in my heart that it was going to be a mad house once we decided to start our family, but I wasn't going to complain about it either. Being an only child always led me to endure many lonely nights at home, even before my mother had passed away. My parents were both the only child in their family as well, so the option of having cousins or aunts and uncles to visit during the holidays were non-existent. The only family I had outside of my parents were my grandparents, and they were long gone now. 

If there was anything I truly wanted in life, it was to have a big family to come home to every night and looking up at Marcus now, I wanted it even more. It frightened me to no end at the thought of giving birth, tolerating excruciating pain while in labor and having to face sleepless nights for who knows how long. But who could blame me? Parenthood was definitely something that was scary simply because you didn't know what you would be encountering on a daily basis. And yet, as I stared up at my mate despite my nervous state, I knew that it was all going to be okay. If there was anyone I wanted to conquer that adventure with, it was with him.

I was quickly brought back down to Earth at the sound of Marcus' car coming to an abrupt stop. Looking out front, my eyes widened as I stared at my previous home. It still looked exactly the same as it did 2 years ago, aside from the fresh coat of paint that now overtook the exterior. It was a minor difference in this old structure's appearance, but the white hue made it look much more appealing. I smiled, imagining my dad spending a weekend painting the home so it could still look elegant among the rather larger homes in the neighborhood.

My smile quickly dissipated at the thought of not being here to help him when he needed it the most. Instead of being home to assist him with this task, I was in New Jersey running from my mate and the pack like a coward. I didn't just leave behind Marcus and the Black Forest Pack, I left behind my father as well. Even though he would try his best to come visit me and stay for a weekend, if possible, I could always sense the sadness radiate off him when he would spend the night. Here was my dad, a man who had endured such a terrible loss of his beloved, only to be left with a child that would eventually run away and abandon him as well.